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I might finally be "going home" at the beginning of the summer. It's not about truth or justice or love anymore. It's about getting away. It's about sexuality. It's about, fucking, everything that could ever be right in the world just falling to shit, and none of us caring. It's about living for who I am, for who she is, and for what we may become. What we probably won't become, but giving up that hope would be admitting defeat. No. There is no defeat here. There is simply a drive. Maybe I will finally find my home, maybe not. But it's better than here. I mean... southern Jersey felt more like home to me than this place. We may leave right at the end of school. All that I desire is made available by a green station wagon and an amber liquid; a green slip of blended paper and cotton; a second and third amber liquid. This is how it must be.
When I go home for holidays to visit my family, I always think that it is nice to be home. I miss being able to lay around in my pajamas all day just reading a book...I don't get to do that very much at my dorm.
After a while though, I begin to get restless. I miss my friends, I miss the atmosphere of the dorm I live in. I miss all the people in general...even the ones I don't really like. I tell my mom that I can't wait to go home, and she says that she is confused. "You are home," she says. How do I explain to her the dorm is now my home?
Sure, I love being around my family. I love not having to share a room. That is all great about being at my house. But the dorm has become my new home... For some reason I just love being surrounded by people. I love knowing that i'm never alone.
home...what is it. is it where you are, where ur family is.? where your heart is, where you long for? Where you were born, where you were raised? your house, your town, your culture? your country, your state your street? is your home in a person -like your "home" when you're with someone... does that exist? how do u define it?